Tag: poem

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Escaping their homes

to see a world through new eyes

each moment savoured.

 

by Scooj

I thought I’d try something new… it might go nowhere. Every day I will take the last line of the previous day’s haiku as the first line of a new one. I’m sure it is far from an original idea, but I thought I’d give it a try.

This takes me back to my student days when a friend of mine, Jasper and I would spend our time in boring university lectures writing one line of a poem alternately for the entire lecture, and then continue the next day. I recall that occasionally we’d hit on something really good, but mostly it was puerile nonsense.

yesterday’s haiku was:

 

Gloom, it’s in the air

forlorn folk ‘exercising’

escaping their homes

 

 

 

 

Gloom

 

Gloom, it’s in the air

forlorn folk ‘exercising’

escaping their homes.

 

by Scooj

Window strike

 

A sickening thud

but the penny didn’t drop

a dead long tailed tit.

 

by Scooj

 

Compulsive

 

My red-raw knuckles

legacy of hand washing

and chilly dry air.

 

by Scooj

Those were the days

 

Needle in the groove

transports me to a time when

I was immortal

 

by Scooj

 

Highest high

.

Chilly wind, blue skies

witnessing the highest high

for a hundred years

.

by Scooj

Allotment

.

Two years of neglect

starting all over again

clearing and digging

.

by Scooj

It’s not the British way

 

Avoiding others

cross a street to keep distance

feeling embarrassed.

 

by Scooj

Rainbows

.

Sign of gratitude

to all NHS workers

children show the way

.

by Scooj

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All over Bristol (and the UK) pictures of rainbows have been appearing in windows to show our amazing NHS workers that we appreciate everything they do for us and support them through this troubling time.

Overwintered

 

Three dazzling peacocks

a spectacular display

spring’s warmth awakens

 

by Scooj